She was born with a specific kind of hunger

I could see her devour all her fire and then spit it out

With her dolls she brought to life the dreams she was dreaming

She would play the role she was writing for her life

The kind of life she would really want to stay awake for

With the kind of life that no one ever would walk away from

She really thought her life would be intriguing

That she would fill the world with color and meaning

That every day would matter

That everything would work out in the end

There's a time in life when no one wants to play dolls anymore

I kept on digging but there was no treasure

I kept on digging but there was no more pleasure

Where's that kind of life that you would want to stay awake for

Where's that kind of life that no one would ever walk away from

I really thought that life would be intriguing

That every step would lead to keep succeeding

That every day would matter

That everything would work out in the end

One grows old and life may seem pretty tasteless

Blood turns cold, life can be increasingly graceless

One grows old and life may seem pretty tasteless

Blood turns cold, life can be increasingly graceless

As my feelings move from left to right

I stand still lifeless in my storm

I tried my best but tonight my feet can't dance on this floor

It made sense to me